Tuesday, October 15, 2013

"The opening song in Tricity’s performance was 'The Men I've Had Before', a fast paced, playful number about, well... the men she’d had before. I’d listened to the song already, so my excitement was piqued well before she appeared from behind the red curtain; first came the eyelashes, then the woman herself!

Tricity seamlessly guided her audience through the trials and tribulations of a colourful love life, using only her ukulele, fabulous voice and downright charm. Her original songs feature stories that are easily relatable to anyone who’s ever had a few romantic woes of their own, but are told with far more candour than most of us dare.

I thoroughly enjoyed Calamitous liaisons, and found it to be wickedly funny, full of energy and wholly enchanting....."Nicola Grant, The Mahogany Bar, Wilton's Music Hall"Loved last night. Still humming Ladylove for some strange reason. Very catchy."R Sykes

"So very good it earns T.V. the forgiveness she'll need if it turns out she lied outrageously when she said it was the last outing for this show. So very glad I made it if she was, in fact, being as grippingly honest as her performance!"Caroline Grannell

"The dark and atmospheric Mahogany Bar was a perfect setting for this deliciously naughty frolic with the ever delightful and glamorous Tricity Vogue.

Entering from her boudoir behind a red curtain Tricity began with a saucy tale of her various conquest’s Nebuchadnezzars and get-jiggy skills! This prompted many a blush and nervous giggle but certainly broke the ice! After a quick swig from the wine bottle she then led us sometimes gently, sometimes poignantly, often riotously but always with immense charm and wit through her many calamitous romantic capers. The final song went a little off-piste with a tale of giving Lady Love a whirl! I, for one, sincerely hope this is a path she chooses not to follow as it would surely limit material for an equally entertaining follow up album (or perhaps not ;) )!

Calamitous Liaisons, another triumph from the original, beautiful and most talented Ms Tricity Vogue! Do buy the album and enjoy the rest of her romantic escapades."Tim Jefford

"This was such great fun - the intimate setting upstairs at the Coach and Horses added to the atmosphere of the show, and Tricity's Calamitous Liaisons were by turns risque, laugh out loud funny and painfully familiar to anyone who ever felt unlucky in love. As the show ended with stunning new song "Ladylove," I felt we had been steered through troubled waters back to port in steady and capable hands. Can't wait for the next instalment!"Gill Wilkinson & Chris Westwood

"Witty, honest, elegantly
refined and sometimes exceptionally rude, like being flashed by the
Queen during the amuse bouche. Warning: Not suitable for first dates."Ahmed, Flaneur & Engineer

"We had a wonderful night out at Tricity's one
woman show "Calamitous Liaisons". Great songs and entertaing anecdotes ensure a very amusing journey through the life of Tricity Vogue."Steven
Tagg-Randall, Video Archivist

"Intimate surroundings in a fab little pub in Soho, with Peter O'Toole's stool - would have happily paid extra if I'd known I was going to be in the same room as celebrity furniture! Intelligently crafted songs beautifully sung. Tricity plucked and strummed the ukulele creating a wave of audible honey over the assembled punters. Fun frivolous and frolicking in all the right places, it could have only been an evening with the fabulous one and only Tricity Vogue."Zoe Denham "Charming, sharp, witty and fun!"Michael Barry

"This was a wonderful evening - charming, witty, and moving. I smiled and laughed throughout and was left wanting more..."Charlotte Ginsborg

"Beautifully naughty, disarming and funny, and the songs stayed with me for a week. (Ok it hasn't been a week but I'm confident. Ladylove was in my head as I cycled around today and I was itching to listen to it. I haven't had that about any tune at all for years to the point where I was wondering if I'd ever feel like that again, so thanks)." Rosa Conrad, musician

"I raise my glass to Tricity Vogue for charming, alarming, sustaining and entertaining me! What a lovely night with a fabulously talented and beguiling sassy, strumming songbird. This liaison, for me, was far from calamitous xxx" Lana Shelley, musician

"Loved the doodahs tonight. Let me know when you do them again because, dear me, it all works."@mister_meredith via twitter

"I accepted Tricity Vogue's invitation to come into her boudoir, and I did not regret it. With delightful tunes and soulful voice, she took us all on a beguiling ride of heartbreak and ecstasy."Audience member

"Hilarious and intimate, like my insides are being tickled"Sahar, milliner

"I loved the show: a scintillating and captivating performance with very
memorable songs."

Richard Link, composer

"Just wanted to say thank you for a lovely time. You touched us. We
laughed and we cried. You are one talented lady."

Audience member

"As much fun as you could hope to have on a Sunday
evening with your clothes on or off or with a ukelele and not get arrested. Music and passion always in fashion with Tricity
Vogue's heart warming lust for life and love reminiscences."

Pete Saunders, pianist

"Great way to be amused early Sunday Evening. Tricity's infectious humour
works perfectly in this intimate dining room and her calamitous liaisons seem
to ring a bell with most of the audience. Raucous applause was well deserved,"Coach and Horses Landlord

"Thank you so much for a brilliantly
entertaining night, such funny & charming songs & stories. We went
home humming & happy!"

@em_threadneedle via twitter

"It was really special. I don't think you could have picked a more
perfect venue to debut your show. When I saw it was unmic'd, I was worried how it would come across, but it
couldn't have been any more suitable. Your voice is exceptional - it was such a
great experience to hear your voice live, especially as I already know most of
the songs. The show felt very intimate, you had everyone so spellbound,
my mind didn't wander at any point. I actually forgot I was holding a wee in for
over an hour haah..."

Audience member

"How wonderful to see the delectable Tricity Vogue in an intimate show
with riotously witty songs that also include true soulfulness and poignancy."Audience member

"Charming and warm, Tricity Vogue puts humour and hilarity into heartache."Audience member

"A really warm and uplifiting show. Stopped me mithering over my own
stupid relationship for 5 minutes! Hope there are plenty more West End outings
for C.L."

Audience member

Calamitous Liaisons at Bom-Bane's Cafe, Brighton, on Thursday 12 September 2013"Far from a calamitous liaison. Our evening with
you was a sweet delight. Lovely to meet you in such a fabulous setting"

@clivejholland via twitter

"Thank you for a fantastic evening, I am still
smiling & singing about pineapples! Hope our paths cross again soon."

@emmiebobo via twitter

"Oh what a delightful evening I had. I'm off to work now with
a smile on my face singing the pineapple song. @tricityvogue #unmissable"

“We’ve all had our share of love stories gone bad,
but not all of us have the talent to turn those heartbreaks into a delightful
cabaret show.” ****Delphine
Dallison, SGFringe Read the full review here

After seeing the show, I did feel as though maybe you'd gone through my
diaries and written songs about me!

A debutante is a young lady coming out into society for the
first time. Until the 1950s, the female offspring of the British social elite
were kept under wraps at home or in all-girl schools until it was time to
unleash them on the marriage market, like prize heifers. And then they were
dolled up in white dresses and paraded for the duration of the Season, by the
end of which, hopefully, they’d be snapped up by a husband.The social season ran from April to
July (so as not to clash with the hunting season), and smart families would
take a house in London to attend a round of luncheons, tea parties, and, of
course, balls.

The Debutante Season kicked off with the presentation of the
young ladies at court. Only a lady who’d been previously presented herself
could present a debutante to the monarch (to keep out the riff-raff), and the
dress code was rigorous. Strictly white dresses only, or, at a push, ivory or
pale pink, with three feathers in the hair, to represent the crest of the
Prince of Wales. Young ladies took punishing lessons in the court curtsey, a
particularly convoluted manoeuvre, which also had to be conducted at the same
time as walking backwards out of the royal presence.In Victoria’s reign, the heyday of the debutante, the girls
and their escorts had to wait for hours in drafty corridors without food or
water, or access to the lavatory, for the privilege of kneeling before the
queen and kissing her hand. The ordeal sounds uncannily similar to today’s
Britain’s Got Talent auditions.

The Decline And Fall Of The Debutante Ball

It was the current queen who ended court presentations in
1958, claiming the practice was undemocratic. Her less tactful sister Princess
Margaret was said to remark "We had to put a stop to it - every tart in
London was getting in." Undaunted, the society mothers came up with an
alternative ritual. At the annual Queen Charlotte’s ball, which traditionally kicked
off the season, a bevy of debutantes, pulling on ribbons, towed a lavish tiered
cake into the room. An obscure European royal was installed next to the cake on
the dais, and the rest of the debutantes approached the platform and dropped
their curtseys. The presence of the token royal was of course to deflect the
all-too-obvious pagan implications of virginal girls paying obeisance before a
huge phallic object, which they would later eat.

Coming-out pageantry corralled high society young ladies
down the track their elders had decreed for them: straight out of finishing
school and into marriage, after one brief summer of shopping for partners. The
eligible young men lined up for them were known as ‘debs’ delights’; although
girls approached the romantic possibilities of the season with their eyes open.
In her book Last Curtsey(http://www.amazon.co.uk/Last-Curtsey-Debutantes-Fiona-MacCarthy/dp/0571228593)
debutante-turned-literary biographer Fiona MacCarthy records the secret
acronyms debs devised between themselves for their various beaux: MSC (“Makes
Skin Creep”), NSIT (“Not Safe In Taxis”) and VVSITPQ ("Very, Very Safe In
Taxis, Probably Queer"). At some point, a deb would have to decide which
of the acronyms she was prepared to settle for, because the season wasn’t about
romance so much as family business: make a good match, become a society hostess
and beget the next generation of social elite. But of course, there have always
been women too wilful, or too nonconformist, to accept their fate. And when
debutantes went bad, they really
went bad.

Debutantes Gone Bad

The most spectacularly bad debutante has to be Rose Dugdale.
After attending Miss Ironside's School for Girls in Kensington, and a finishing
school abroad, the millionaire’s daughter was presented at court in 1958, then
given a debutante ball in 1959, which she described as "one of those
pornographic affairs which cost about what 60 old-age pensioners receive in six
months." By the 70s she’d become a revolutionary socialist, donating her
share of the family fortune to the poor. But she didn’t stop there. In 1973 she
and her lover were arrested for robbing her own family home, and stealing
paintings and silverware worth £82,000, to raise the money for the IRA. Dugdale
received a suspended sentence, as the judge thought it was unlikely she’d
re-offend, but she immediately set off for Ireland to join the IRA.In 1974 she went on a helicopter
bombing raid, dropping bombs in milk churns, and appeared on “Wanted” posters
across Britain and Ireland.

Dugdale then turned her hand to art theft once more, this
time with a violent twist. She and three other IRA members broke into Sir
Alfred Beit’s home, Russborough House in County Wicklow, pistol-whipped, bound
and gagged him and his wife, and stole IR£8 million worth of old masters,
including works by Gainsborough, Rubens, Vermeer and Goya. Their ransom note
demanded IR£500,000 and the release of two convicted IRA bombers on hunger
strike in Brixton Prison. The paintings were recovered in a car boot in County
Cork and Dugdale was arrested and charged with both the helicopter bombing and
the robbery. Dugdale pleaded "proudly and incorruptibly guilty", and
was sentenced to nine years imprisonment. Dugdale was pregnant at the time of
her trial, and gave birth to a son in Limerick prison in 1974. The father was
Eddie Gallagher, an IRA member later jailed for twenty years for kidnapping. In
1978 Dugdale and Gallagher married inside Limerick Prison. It was a far cry
from the match her parents hoped for when they orchestrated her coming-out
season twenty years earlier.

A dangerous liaison with a freedom-fighter is not every
girl’s cup of tea, but other debutantes’ rebellions against the sexual mores of
their times seem quite mild today, even if they once rocked the boat
dangerously. Fiona MacCarthy, biographer of Lord Byron, appalled her family by
working as a journalist (becoming a 60s poster-girl for The Guardian’s female
writers campaign: ‘Should women have teeth?’) then marrying ‘working class
hero’ and master metal worker David Mellor and moving to Sheffield, a debutante
desert. Their disapproval was ironic, considering that MacCarthy is the
great-granddaughter of bricklayer-made-good “Concrete Bob”, the founder of
construction company Robert McAlpine & Sons. But by the 1950s two
generations was all it took to acquire social respectability. MacCarthy was
among the last debutantes presented at court in 1958, and remembers that she wasn’t
the only rebel: many of her contemporaries were boat-rockers too."A few fast girls were quite
notorious. People were scared of getting pregnant then because it was a
terrible scandal, but a couple of girls in my year did.” Fellow debutante
Nicolette Powell married pop star Georgie Fame, and Sally Croker-Poole married
the Aga Khan, while MacCarthy’s “docile” friend Teresa Hayter became an
outspoken International Marxist, penning in 1971 her book Hayter of the
Bourgeoisie.

My own favourite bad debutante dates from further back.
Leonora Carrington was presented at court to George V and subjected to a
debutante ball at the Ritz. Exactly how much she detested the ritual is evident
from her surrealist short story The Debutante, in which the heroine
persuades a hyena to take her place at her coming-out ball. Despite several
school expulsions, Carrington seemed on course for a respectable future until
she went to London’s first surrealist exhibition in 1936 and fell in love with
Max Ernst on the canvas. She met the (married) artist in person at a dinner
party and promptly eloped with him. Carrington family gossip recalled that “she
went to Paris to become an artist’s model” but this belittles the truth.
Leonora Carrington ran away to paint, and to become a surrealist in her own
right.

Carrington and Ernst hung out in Paris with Picasso ("A
typical Spaniard - he thought all women were in love with him,") Dali (“He
certainly wasn't extraordinary then: he looked like everyone else. It was only
when he went to America that he started looking extraordinary,") and Miro
(“He gave me some money one day and told me to get him some cigarettes. I gave
it back and said if he wanted cigarettes, he could bloody well get them himself.“)
The couple then moved to Provence, where photographer Lee Miller captured their
mutual creative idyll as they painted each other in the sunshine. Until the
Nazis turned up. Then Ernst was interned as an enemy alien, Carrington ran away
to Spain, had a mental breakdown, and ended up in an asylum. Her family sent
her old nanny to fetch her, but Carrington gave them the slip a second time, by
marrying a Mexican diplomat friend to secure a visa to the States. Dissolving
her marriage of convenience in New York, Carrington headed down to Mexico,
where she found the perfect environment to paint. She also met new artistic
inspirations: Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera (“I liked her better than him”), and
her close friend Remedios Varo. Her family remained ignorant of her
international reputation as a leading surrealist painter until four years
before her death in May 2011.

Modern-Day Debutantes

Leonora Carrington went to the other side of the world to
escape her own debutante fate, but ironically, while the coming-out ritual is
long gone in England, it’s thriving on her adoptive continent. The British
debutante tradition struggled on through the swinging 60s and female
emancipation, becoming less to do with match-making and more to do with charity
fundraising, until it petered out in the UK in the 80s. Meanwhile, in Puerto
Rico the debutante is still oppressively alive and well, as I discovered at a
dinner party a few months ago, when my Puerto Rican dinner companion regaled me
with stories of her absurdly lavish ball gown, and ceremonial grand entrance
over an ornamental bridge, into the arms of her appointed male escorts. She may
have looked like a princess on her big day, but the ritual was anathema to my
lesbian friend.

Nor is the tradition extinct in Australia. Chatting to
burlesque performer Tallulah Mockingbird at the book launch of The Domestic
Burlesque, I heard about
her debutante experience down under. “I remember feeling like a very awkward
teenager rather than a beautiful young woman being released into society. But
my mum did make me a beautiful frock, and I seem to recall that was the most
important bit for me. Still is.” Tallulah Mockingbird continues to love
dressing up, as her photo in Elsa Quarsell”s book TheDomestic Burlesque reveals. Not that she could have attended her
debutante ball in the risqué outfits she masterminds for her burlesque
routines. Fortunately there is a ball coming up next week at which Ms
Mockingbird can wear exactly what she likes.

When I set out to research real-life bad debutantes, I never
thought I’d find one among my own cabaret and burlesque circle. I bet a
burlesque dancer is just about the worst sort of bad girl those stuffy society
mothers of the ‘good old days’ could have imagined. But to me it’s the best
sort of bad girl. Exactly the sort of bad girl that Wednesday’s Bad Debutante
Ball is intended for. I can’t wait to see what Tallulah wears to it.

Special thanks to novelist Josa Young, author of One
Apple Tasted
(http://www.oneappletasted.co.uk) for sharing two chapters of her new,
currently unpublished novel charting the debutante experience over several
generations.

TRICITY VOGUE'S UKULELE CABARET returns to the Edinburgh Fringe for its fourth year in 2013 - 9-10pm nightly in the Ballroom of Laughing Horse @ The Counting House, from 1st to 18th August (except 12 August). A star-studded line-up of special guests battle to win the coveted Uke of Edinburgh Award.

Friday, May 03, 2013

Heels of Glory is an original musical with an action movie plot, a ’60s comic book aesthetic, and the kind of tunes that would have graced a vintage James Bond movie — if they’d ever made one with song-and-dance numbers and a drag queen spy.

Heels Of Glory will be staged at The Albany Theatre, Deptford on Friday 5 July 2013. We have secured research and development space at the theatre for six days prior to the scratch performance which is when we will explore, direct and choreograph the show. An intense few days - not for the faint-hearted!

This is the third version of the musical, following a rehearsed reading in April 2012 and a sold out work-in-progress performance at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in January 2013. Please note that at this stage everyone will be working for free but a professional approach to the work is paramount. This will be an incredible opportunity for networking though, building experience and being part of an exciting fast paced week, plus the chance to add to the genesis of an innovative piece of musical theatre.

Cast requirements:

We are looking for three “triple threat” drag queens, a “triple threat” diva plus two “triple threat” drag kings.

You do not have to have been a drag queen/king at any point. We are seeking confident performers who will be versatile enough to play anything we throw at them.

Auditions will be held on Friday 10 and Saturday 11 May, at a pre-allocated time between 10am and 5.30pm. Venue TBC. These will be workshop style auditions.

When you have sent through your details we will contact you to let you know if you have got through to a workshop audition.

Call backs will be held on Sunday 12 May - time TBC.

Please note that your audition will last 90 minutes and you will be in groups of eight. Although you will perform solo, sometimes other actors will be in the room. We are looking to create a company of artists that are open and supportive and wish to encourage a safe, risk-free environment from the outset. The artistic team will also be leading exercises, games and giving you specific direction.

Material

We ask that actresses bring a song from the 60's and actors bring a song for a female voice from the 60s.

Please also bring a prepared piece of text that you may need to use in the workshop. This can be from theatre, films, poems, books - anything that you love!

Rehearsal dates:

Thu 27 June, Fri 28 June, Mon 1 July, Tue 2 July, Wed 3 July.

Time: 10am to 6pm

Performance is 5th July

The whole company will be needed from 10am to 9pm.

All rehearsals and the performance will take place at The Albany Theatre, Deptford (Deptford or New Cross station, zone 2)

If this sounds like you then we would love to hear from you. Please send a Headshot of yourself a CV or Spotlight number and a one-page covering letter telling us all about you to auditions@heelsofglory.com